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Every year we have been<\/em> into a rich mash, in order that<\/em> to the petals on the ground<\/em> to the vitality of what will be?<\/em> if the love one claims to have for the world<\/em> So let us go on, cheerfully enough,<\/em> though the sun be swinging east,<\/em> This may not be the most beautiful image I shot today. But I knew I was going to the rose garden this morning and could not get this poem out of my head. Who would ask the petals on the ground to stay?\u00a0I tried shooting petals on the ground but I could not quite capture the feeling. But I thought this faded rose losing its petals did. I tried processing it as a black and white but I liked the little bits of pink and the aged yellow look so ended up adding a couple of textures instead to emphasize the mood.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lines written in the days of growing darkness Every year we have been witness to it: how the world descends into a rich mash, in order that it may resume. And therefore who would cry out to the petals on the ground to stay, knowing as we must, how the vivacity of what was is … Continue reading Day 4 – Faded Rose<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,8,16,6,22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-756","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-flora","category-macrocloseup","category-nature","category-nostalgia"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=756"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":763,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/756\/revisions\/763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=756"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=756"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=756"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwitness to it: how the<\/em>
\nworld descends<\/em><\/p>\n
\nit may resume.<\/em>
\nAnd therefore<\/em>
\nwho would cry out<\/em><\/p>\n
\nto stay,<\/em>
\nknowing as we must,<\/em>
\nhow the vivacity of what was is married<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI don’t say<\/em>
\nit’s easy, but<\/em>
\nwhat else will do<\/em><\/p>\n
\nbe true?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthis and every crisping day,<\/em><\/p>\n
\nand the ponds be cold and black,<\/em>
\nand the sweets of the year be doomed.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\u00a0– Mary Oliver<\/em><\/div>\nfrom her collection, A Thousand Mornings<\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n<\/p>\n